Jonathan Tales 02 Pacific Wittol

"In Australia we keep our refugees on Easter Island." Said Lana, the tall dark haired Aussie to Jonathan's right.

"That sounds fascinating!" He said in reply.

The truth was, Jonathan really didn't care, he had come to Vancouver to represent his tiny Caribbean island's government at a conference. That being said, the very tall Lana with her wide hips and large bust didn't mind his glances down her blouse.

"So what happens when they are granted Refugee status?" Asked a platinum haired Icelandic woman across the table.

Lana smiled at this, Jonathan took the pregnant pause to glance down her shirt again. Her milk white curves left him wishing for x-ray vision.

Lana looked around in attempt to build up suspense before finally replying. "We let them go to Papua New Guinea, or Cambodia."

There were several gasps, followed by looks of shock, especially from the Icelandic woman. A large Texan man started laughing and slapping the table as if it was the funniest joke he had ever heard.

Jonathan's phone vibrated during the commotion, looking down at his screen he read the message 'We are two blocks away.'

'Meet me in the lobby.' He typed back.

Smiling Jonathan leaned over to Lana to whisper "I have to go."

Lana paused her explanation to reply. "You right mate?"

"Yes, yes, I need take a call. Can we finish this conversation another time?" Jonathan said.

"You just give me a cooed when you see me next!" Lana said with a devilish smile.

Jonathan brought his eyes up to hers to say, "Count on it!"

Leaving the restaurant Jonathan moved quickly, he didn't know how much time he had. When he did make it to his hotel, he felt dishevelled and sweaty.

"Would you like a seat?" The waitress asked.

"Yes please," he replied, "I'd also like a glass of water."

Seconds seemed like hours while he waited sipping his drink. No replies appeared on his phone, and each glance towards the entrance of the hotel revealed nothing.

Frustrated he started to type. 'Did you find a parking spot?'

Before hitting send he spotted the couple he was waiting for, a balding tubby man of average height with a petite woman who's brown hair went down her back. The man wore khaki pants, with a blue sports jacket over it. The lady had only a trench coat with heels.

Jonathan told himself. "If that wasn't them, I am going to make new friends."

Dashing from his seat, he was on them in the blink of an eye. The chubby man smiled as he approached, the petite lady seemed very shy and guarded.

"Jonathan I assume?" The bald man said.

"How did you know?" Jonathan said surprised?

"Unless the CFL is playing, there aren't any African-Americans in town." He said laughing.

Jonathan smiled, but didn't laugh. "So... mister uh?"

"Thomas, but you can call me Tommy." Tommy said in reply.

Jonathan released his hand to turn to the lady next to him. "Good evening madam, how shall I address you?"

Clearing her throat, she spoke for the first time. "My name is Felicia."

"I'm pleased to meet you, would you both like to sit and have a drink?" Jonathan said motioning to his table.

Felicia and Tommy both nodded their heads before following him. Once seated Jonathan looked up to see the couple he just met standing nervously.

"Sit next to him Felicia. I want you both to get to know each other much better." Tommy said.

Felicia did as directed, Tommy sat across from them. The waitress came to take their order; a salad for Jonathan, two beers for Tommy and water for Felicia.

When the waitress stepped away, Tommy spoke like a man on fire giving out his last will and testament.

"I'm really happy that you agreed to meet us tonight. This is a first for Felicia, ever since college she's always wanted to be with a black man." Tommy said.

Felicia looked up at Jonathan with her big brown eyes, he was starting to get hard just looking at her.

"She's very submissive, and loves to be tossed about in bed. The rougher the better!" Tommy said with a grin.

Felicia's eyes squinted the smallest of fractions. Jonathan noticed the mirco-expression she gave, filing it for further thought.

The chubby man's hands moved about in the air as he spoke. "Dirty talk, race talk, calling her names, it's all ok."

"Mr. Thomas," Jonathan began. "When I get lost in my passion, I rarely have time to speak."

Felicia seemed to relax at this, which led Jonathan to think, "another piece of information to dwell on."

When the order arrived Tommy sipped his drinks quickly as he spoke, he reviewed all the rules.

"No anal, no condoms, and especially no kissing!" the chubby man said.

Jonathan nodded, although he liked having all the rules up front; he was distracted. With one hand he ate his salad, the other was under the table on Felicia's knee.

Jonathan spoke up at the last point. "No kissing?"

"Yes. I am the only man allowed to kiss her." Tommy said in a confident tone.

Jonathan remained silent, he sensed this was false, but saw nothing to gain from speaking up. His hand had moved up Felicia's coat covered thigh, she in response spread her legs in anticipation.

"Mr Jonathan," Tommy began to say, "I grew up in America, and uh, we got people of all sizes and colours there, but you're kind of unique."

Jonathan ran his fingers through his copper coloured hair as he turned to Felicia to speak. "It's true, I am unique in many ways."

Felicia blushed as she looked into his steel blue eyes. Jonathan suspected that it was his middle finger and not his eyes that caused her excitement.

"I intend to find out." She said not breaking eye contact.

Tommy set down his empty drink to ask. "So we're good?"

Felicia closed her eyes tightly, Jonathan could tell by the wetness on his fingers that he'd hit the jackpot. Remembering Tommy he cleared his throat to speak.

"Yes, I believe we are." Jonathan said standing up.

The wait for the elevator followed by walking to his room felt like a silent eternity to Jonathan. He wanted to see what lay under that tanned trench coat, but more importantly he didn't want to be kicked out of the hotel. He'd experienced that before, and didn't want a repeat!

With the door finally closed behind them, Jonathan turned around to see Felicia dropping her trench coat. For a woman in her late 30's, or early forties she was stunning. With the coat on, she looked like the girl next door, what with the chestnut brown hair, dark eyes, and her tanned skin.

She stood in the middle of the room wearing a one piece lingerie that was all black. Attached to it were black stockings that went up to her mid-thigh. Her breasts were covered in a transparent black material that Jonathan drooled the thought of getting under!

In addition to being petite, Felicia was slim and slightly athletic. Jonathan judged that she wasn't a runner, cyclist, or swimmer, but based on her smooth stomach, he was certain she took care of herself.

Snapping back to reality, Jonathan closed his mouth and approached Felicia. He could feel his heart beating in his ears louder and louder with each step. Tommy found a seat to enjoy the show.

"You're so beautiful!" He said to her taking her hands in hers.

Felicia blushed before speaking. "Thank-you."

Jonathan stepped closer; forgetting the rules he leaned in for a kiss, Felicia inched back slightly. Remembering he moved to kiss her neck. She was ram-rod still as his hands roamed across her body.

"Please relax, I won't hurt you." He said to her smiling.

Trying to relax, Felicia exhaled deeply. "This is a first for me."

"Let's make it a fun first!" Jonathan said kissing her shoulder.

Felicia broke the embrace to walk over to the bed. She laid on her back, with legs open and waiting. Jonathan moved with the silent stealth of a panther stalking it's prey. With each step he loosened and removed garments until he was in his socks and undershirt.

"You won't object if I take some photos on my phone?" Asked the bald man in the chair.

Jonathan grunted a reply as he crawled between Felicia's legs. She made pouting sounds when she realized that he wasn't going to stay lower.

Ignoring this Jonathan proceeded to kiss the nap of her neck. Wishing to prolong his seduction he laid his rigid rod on the outside of her vagina. Felicia enjoyed the attention, but she longed for more.

"That won't fit in me without some lubrication." She said sarcastically.

"I have an idea!" Jonathan declared.

Holding her tight he rolled onto his back, taking her with him! Felicia couldn't help but laugh at his audacity, Tommy sat confusedly nearby.

"OK, ok! We'll do it your way!" Felicia said moving down the bed.

"That's what I like to hear!" Jonathan said in reply.

Felicia had her first good look at Jonathan's brown boa constrictor, then started laughing very loudly.

"This thing is huge! It'll never fit into me!" She said between chuckles.

Jonathan first blushed, then was puzzled, "If she thought eight inches were huge, than that meant that poor Thomas was..."

"What's with all the laughter?" Tommy asked.

"Oh nothing dear." Felicia said, her laughter subsiding.

She didn't know how to tackle this one-eyed-monster, staring at it, she decided to do what she did with Tommy, put the head in her mouth and jerk vigorously. Jonathan fell silent, as Tommy's jaw dropped in jealously!

Putting his hands behind his hear, Jonathan closed his eyes as he enjoyed the attention his caramelled coloured snake was getting. It was obvious that she hadn't handled a hose as large as his, but he didn't feel any teeth, and so had no complaints.

Felicia got braver the more she jerked and sucked. Holding the large spear by its base, she began licking from bottom to top, stopping only to remove any drops his urethra produced.

She was not the only brave one, Jonathan decided that it was now his turn to take the wheel. He started by moving an arrant hair from her face, then a guiding hand. Like a frog in a pot of slowly warming water, she had no idea how hot things had become until it was too late.

With a firm handful of hair Jonathan began thrusting his hips upwards. Felicia tried to retake control, but it was too late! Surrendering herself to her fate, she relaxed.

Styling himself a ebony Casanova, Jonathan only gave her as much as she could handle. He gave her his best four inches and spared her tonsils a beating. She gurgled and slurped loudly as he repeated half-stabbed her face.

When he thought she had enough he pulled her roughly by the hair off his mighty oak. Pulling her like a caveman would his woman, he dragged onto the bed.

"Ow!" She said loudly in an annoyed tone.

Jonathan disregarded her complaints, the time for talk was over. Just like a panther leaping from a tree onto it's unsuspecting meal. He jumped on Felicia surprising her, she tried to open her legs, but he was quick!

He pushed her legs apart at the knees, it was time for him to close in to make his kill. Holding his manhood with one hand, the other was placed on her shoulder to steady himself.

"Oh!" She cried out as the head probed her moist opening.

Jonathan sank another inch into her, he could feel her juices bathing the tip of his spear. Felicia brought her hands up, not to push him away, but to control his descent.

"Unh... you have to go slowly!" She begged.

Jonathan smiled, he didn't think that eight inches was a big deal, however he did acknowledge that for a woman slightly over five feet tall, it could be. He sank in another inch; her nails dug into his skin. Taking a different tact, he pulled out slowly; Felicia squeezed him in vain. She didn't want him to leave!

This game of go-don't-go continued until Jonathan had slid his full Caribbean pole into her. He never truly knew when women came, but the vagina spasms combined with her incredible wetness were strong indicators.

Fully seated inside, the two of them stayed absolutely still.

"Give me a moment." She said softly.

Jonathan grunted an affirmative, his brain was in primal mode; speech was beyond him in his lust for flesh. Felicia took several deep breaths as she tried to adjust to the size and girth of the man above her. She held his biceps, unsure whether to push him away, or pull him in deeper.

Feeling that the abeyance had ended, Jonathan pulled his mahogany sword from Felicia, until just the tip of his blade remained. She pulled at him desiring to feel that filled sensation once more. He waited for several heart beats before ramming it as hard as he could into her.

Like the storming of the Bastille he rammed and ploughed with such power that he knew a bladder infection would be the least of her worries. Felicia screamed in delight with the first thrust, a grunt with the second, and with each subsequent stab into her she moaned loudly.

Jonathan suddenly stopped and rose up onto his knees. Felicia gasped at being robbed of an orgasm, however her displeasure was short-lived! Like a policeman rolling a subject onto his stomach for an arrest, Jonathan flipped her quickly and roughly. She howled in distress until he sank his ebony sabre back into her.

Trapping Felicia using just his hands and feet, Jonathan pummelled her pussy with all the furore he had in him! The slapping of his pelvis against her ass cheeks were only rivalled by the shrieks of joy she was experiencing.

Holding her below him was not enough. Jonathan sought total domination prior to insemination. Locking his ankles against hers, he snaked his arms up and under hers. Locking his fingers behind her neck, he looked more like a nude wrestler than a well-tanned lover.

"What are you doing!" Felicia cried out wriggling.

"Resistance is futile!" He said in a robotic voice into her ear. "You will be inseminated!"

Felicia couldn't help but laugh, she didn't expect the redheaded man laying on her back to be such a nerd.

"I can't escape!" She squealed between laughs.

Jonathan increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, if this were a marathon, he was dashing the last 100 yards for the best possible score. His grunts became deeper and more guttural.

Felicia ceased laughing as she embraced the sense of powerlessness she was experiencing. She moaned louder than before; Jonathan wasn't sure if she was faking earlier, however he was certain that what he heard now was truly real!

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!" He roared into her ear as he came.

"Oooooohhhhhh!!" She said hitting her own climax.

If her womb were the titanic, Jonathan was the iceberg that penetrated it! His sperm was the frigid Atlantic waters flooding in. Just like the sailing ship of old, she took on more than her frame could allow. Semen filled her uterus to overflowing, first a tiny trickle escaped out; it was followed by a torrent that poured forth onto bed.

Felicia sighed in delight as Jonathan eased his hold on her. They both laughed as they fought to catch their breath. Jonathan remained on top of her, keeping his weight on his elbows and knees.

With each breath he became more man, and less of a beast. Higher thinking began to take hold; along with it the pieces of the puzzle began to assemble.

Tommy said that Felicia was a submissive that enjoyed rough play, however all of her physical responses said otherwise. Sure she enjoyed the experience a new man brings, but she didn't seem to like being forced about.

While he dwelt on that, Felicia started spelling letters on his hand in a secret message.